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Spade

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Napowrimo small

My purpose is to turn the earth,
not to act as a perch
for a rust-ridden bird
made of nuts and bolts
no good for anything else.

My self abhors the chuckles
of passers-by,
they know not what I can handle:
I’ve toiled;
in soil I’ve turned;
I worked hard,

yet I was spurned
and then discarded,
now, I’m found.

Polly Stretton © 2020

Revised for napowrimo #24

7 thoughts on “Spade

  1. Love it – a new use for an old spade in well deserved retirement!

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  2. There is no better place to find oneself than in a creative endeavor. I don’t need to tell you that Polly as you already know. xxx

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    • Always good to see it happening, though, isn’t it Léa? Something lovely about being able to create as you know only too well x

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      • Polly, you are right as usual. A blogging friend made a comment which I replied off-handedly with a quip and now she wants me to do a book with her writing a chapter… scary stuff? 🤣

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        • heh-heh 🤣 Sometimes words leave the tongue before the brain is fully engaged…happens to me often. Good luck with that one, Léa 😘

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  3. Polly, You are absolutely correct, it often happens here as well. 😉 ❤

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